Monday morning, got my boots on My checkbook tells me that my is gone Got a little honey on me To her to town at the end of the week We'll find a spot so we can reconnect As soon as I get my Friday
We'll get a chilly dog at the bowling lane I'm still a-working on that perfect Maybe catch a when my arm goes numb Wrap it around her the good part comes
I may like an old redneck But I'm a high roller with a paycheck
knows I like to have a good time I just gotta stay above that poverty Food on the table, roof over Leave to my young ones When I wind up
You never know life will throw at you next I'm counting down the days till my paycheck
Wish I could the foreman when I'm under the gun Take job and shove it son I keep it to myself 'cause I get paid And with my baby at the end of the day
I'm a-yelling at the band when they're sound check Why don't you give me cash with my p-p-paycheck?
Everybody knows I like to a good time I just gotta stay that poverty line Food on the table, roof head Leave something to my ones When I wind up
You never know what life throw at you next I'm counting down the days my Friday paycheck
Five, four, three, two, one
You never know what life throw at you next I'm counting down the days till my paycheck
I gotta get my on that Friday paycheck
Paycheck, paycheck Gots to get Friday paycheck Paycheck, Friday Gots to get that Friday
Ooh, gotta get that paycheck I've been waiting on whistle on the whistle all day long Friday paycheck, paycheck
Gots to get Friday paycheck Paycheck, paycheck Gots to get Friday paycheck Paycheck, Friday